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Archive for February 2nd, 2010

Active Imagination

Feb
2


I’m always worrying about Clover.

Watching her. Wondering if she’s okay. Feeling her forehead.

I love all of my animals, but Clover is the one I’m obsessed with.

I can’t help it. She’s very powerful.

I worry about her health and well-being all the time. Clover, how are you feeling? She won’t even answer me anymore.

A few days ago, I noticed her making a strange sound, sort of low in her throat. It sounded like she was choking! But she didn’t really look like she was choking. I got a handful of feed and gave it to her to see if she could eat it. She ate it just fine. After she head-butted all the other girls halfway across the goat yard for thinking they might get a scrap.

But still. She kept making this weird noise in her throat. I ran to check all the medical supplies, making sure we had antibiotics and penicillin and anti-bloating stuff and syringes and needles and anti-inflammatory and wormer and who knows what else we might need!!!!!! MAYBE A DONKEY VITAMIN. There’s something wrong with Clover! Take stock of the emergency supplies! GIVE HER A LITTLE OF EVERYTHING! Now! Before she dies!

Then I thought maybe I should stop and make one teensy little phone call. Before I gave her a little of everything.

I called our goat farmer friends who we got Clover from. I explained everything that was wrong with her–you know, that she was making a weird noise, and that she was eating normally, head-butting the other girls more than usual, and behaving quite vigorous. And SHE’S NEARLY DEAD! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! WHAT’S WRONG WITH HER?!

Answer: “She sounds like she’s in heat.”

Oh.

Never mind….

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I looked down from the porch to the goat yard yesterday morning and the goats and Poky were all standing very still, about the same distance apart from each other. They looked like they were playing the statue game! (All except Fanta–she was busy munching hay.)

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